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The unique thing
about regret
is that the less you experience
the more you get – G.G.

Limitation

I’m taking a bit of a risk,but what if I didn’t…

I’d rather live in the moment than live with regretTake a chance on what I wantand grab all I can get No stop signs No hesitation No blurred lines No limitationI intend to make the mostof this one-time lifeBring the best of it allinto plain sightExhausting each day Exhausted each night

My motivation can be seenin unique placesIn hopeful eyesOn mourning facesTimes of celebrationTimes of dreadTimes to rememberTime, to look ahead

I’d rather look to the future than look back with regretEmbrace all of those who inspire
and give back as I getNo retreat
No reservationNo boundariesNo limitation
I intend to stretch my mindto greater lengthsFlights of fancyand fanciful flightsLifting the best of meto loftier heights

My motivation can be foundin unique placesIn beautiful smilesOn candle lit facesPeople we meetPeople we admirePeople we lovePeople who inspire

I’d rather embrace the possibilitiesthan accept the regretPut myself completely out thereGive more than I getNo misunderstandingNo misinterpretationNo incompletesNo limitationI intend to hold nothing back
in my quest to growExpress my selfto all who should knowTake the best of me alongto wherever I go

Live this life for every momentExperience more, every chance I getTaking risks, and taking stridesStaying ahead of my regret

“As much as I’ve always been driven creatively to move forward toward something bigger, brighter, and unknown, I’m also a deeply-rooted nostalgic. I adore photos, mementos, all bits of ephemera that represent each and every time and space I traverse. I’m a hoarder when it comes to these things… A flood of memories wash over me when I find these treasures, all of them new again, focused by the perspective I’ve gained in the years since. It’s a beautiful kind of limbo, seeing yourself, your past alongside your present…”-Mick Fleetwood from Play On…Now, Then, And Fleetwood Mac The Autobiography-Limbo
There I am, sitting on the couch Looking as content as I can be But what makes me smile now Are the faces of the other three Friendships, made in a flashCultivated with laughter, and cold beers The time of my life, so many timesGreat nights, that turned into years

Sometimes I sit with a lost friend If only for a brief whileI gaze into her playful green eyes I remember his reluctant smileRealize just how alive they really wereAnd how precious that our time isThat contagious spirit, so uniquely hersThe distinctive laugh, that could only be his
A note, a post card, a poem Feelings that are, and/or used to be A letter filled with distant love Words, meant only for meWee hour messages that I have writtenHastefully penned, but never sentA shoebox, filled with emotionsPapers lined with what we meant

Flipping through the pages and photos
Snapshots of my life until now
People and places, that shaped who I am
Images of who, of where, when and how
Framed pictures of significant moments
Rectangular reminders of family and friends
Travels together on this wondrous journey
An evolving road, that curves and bends

It’s a beautiful kind of limbo
Spent with people that I know
A transcendent state of mind
And I can choose where to go
The full gambit of my experiences
The love, the pain, the pleasure
Memories, that take me away and back Moments, I will always treasure

Camping, Christmas, the dinner tableMy whole family, together in one placeThe truest essence of who I am todaySo much influence, etched in each faceMy Mom, my Dad, right there for meWhenever when my heart yearnsI amable to go home, again and againWith happy, and melancholy returns

Time-lapse capsules of my two daughtersWide-eyed infants, in the back seat of the carFrom half-day kindergarten to incredible teensEver-emerging lives, chronicled so farFirst steps, dance recitals, and graduationLovingly preserved, in albums or on DVDEven when they seem too far to reachI can find them here, in front of me

Awards, team photos, newspaper clippingsMemories of play that are always fondReminders of an enduring love of sportsTeammates, championships, a life-long bondWondering what became of those I coachedPeewee signatures on a thank-you cardEvents and people that helped me to growCharacter built, through practicing hard

These boxes that I’ve moved many times
To different homes, to cities and towns
Different cabinets containing my life
All of us sharing the ups and downs
I can open up whenever I want to
These memories, of importance to me
Their significance, personally priceless
Sentimental value, I can always see

It’s a beautiful kind of limbo Sitting there, beside myself A transcendent state of mind Brought down from a shelf My life, captured in momentsThe past, seen through today’s eyes Images, taking me away and backSuspended, for now, while time flies

PagesPlenty of reflections Plenty of idiosyncrasies come naturally with age.
The inclination to hesitate The instinct to look back… before I turn a page.
Birthdays and anniversaries Dates of significance Names and news and faces. They pull be back in time To a life full of friendsTo many happy places.
I find myself occupied For more than a moment When I stop to reminisce. So deeply entrenched As I get lost in a past That I invariably miss.
I have done my due time Been an adult for a while Am a proud father of two. Have settled into middle age Set aside my daydreams For the responsible view.
Far too many pages Far too many friendships That I’ve let slide by.
As my mortality jolts me As I read into it further… I have to ask why?

Social media postcards Everyone is travelling Going there and there. With unlimited budgets Twelve weeks of vacation Gone without a care.
Everyone else seems to get it That time is of the essence As the years tread by. Different walks of life With uncommon passages But similar reasons why.
Emphatic experiences To exciting locations At the drop of a hat. Unbelievably available Unrealistic, of course But I want some of that.
So many more pages So many more memories for me to still get.
With age comes wisdom With wisdom comes perspective… but not just yet.

Chance encounter reminders Of emotions long forgottenOf passages in my book. Resolute feelings of once was The remnants of my passion And the chances that I took.
“You look great for fifty” That is kind of you to say But it’s clearly not the same. Just takes me back to twenty With the world at my feet At the top of my game.
I have no urge to act my age I crave the reckless abandon That I felt back then. I need more of that feeling More of that self-assurance Inside of me again.
Plenty of next pages Plenty of new stories before this chapter ends.
Much is still in place Much of what motivates me… and most of those friends.